Bacc in da Dayz

Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden Back in the days on Back in the days on Back in Back in Back in Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden We used to kick routines and the presence was fitting I used to come through with the tools and Glocks Party don't rock like it used to rock Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks I used to come through with the tools and Glocks Party don't rock like it used to rock Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks Standin' amazing, hit you in the brain Get with Snoop Dogg, he can put you in the game Put you on the stage, maybe even front page Get a little fortune, have a little fame Kill 'em with class, toast to the boogie while you fill up your glass So quick, so fast No razzmatazz, I'm just an eastside nigga With my gangster ass, twenties I used to pinch pennies Only Gs, I don't fuck with no willing My clique is sick, it expandin' To outlaws, riders and bandits What you gon' do When we coming to a hood near you? You know I used to come through with the tools and Glocks Party don't rock like it used to rock Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks I used to come through with the tools and Glocks Party don't rock like it used to rock Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks What's beef? 'Cause beef is in the kitchen What you want dog? I'm on a million-dollar mission How can you get it if you ain't been through shit? I'm just a seed that was planted by Ruthless My family tree is so G, we was cut from the cloth called LBC Crybaby, used to C-Walk at the park Pitbulls on a leash that would never bark Real love, real dubs, real same yes Trip Locc, kin folk, and Wayniac Peace to the deceased that passed away "Duces 'n Trayz: The Old Fashioned Way" What you gon' do When we pull up in a hood near you? You know I used to come through with the tools and Glocks Party don't rock like it used to rock Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks I used to come through with the tools and Glocks Party don't rock like it used to rock Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks Yeah, certified official gangsta shit Unfiltered, like a pack of humps, nigga Detrimental to all and any that disrespect or deviate from the G calls It's either hog status or buster status It ain't no in betweens You can't wake up and put this on, nigga Every breath you breathe gotta be committed to this shit Clappin' niggas, tappin' switches, mackin' bitches Mansion business and stackin riches It's all a part of that lifestyle we created back in the days for the world to follow Gs up, forever The boss dogg an' Tha General, front line and on the east side